I’m fighting the urge to go Chris Crocker on CNN et al for their recent slow-news-day hits on opera great Luciano Pavarotti. Sadly, I’m neither skinny, gay nor annoying enough to pull off a convincing Crocker.
The upshot is, the guy who conducted Pavarotti during the Olympics in Turin (Luciano’s final performance) says that, due to the pain caused by his pancreatic cancer, Pavarotti lip-synced during that performance. Oh No!
More annoying than the fact that major news agencies consider this news, is headlines written by people like the asshole who wrote, “Luciano Pavarotti: His Lips Did Lie,” as though one of the most talented male opera singers to approach to genre deserves to be likened to Milli Vanilli or Ashley Simpson.
I don’t know why the news orgs have to hate on Pavarotti. The man’s already dead. Even if he somehow managed to piss off Ted Turner (which, I suspect, he must have done), I can’t imagine that a minor besmirching of his name postmortem is the “fate worse than death” that the media evidently wishes to inflict.
Next thing you know, they’ll be claiming his eyebrows were fake.
Leave Pavarotti alone, you bastards!
